Finally, after a long and tense standoff the crowd seems to be moving away sensing that there isn't going to be a fight here after all. After a little while longer, even the big guy seems to get the hint and finally starts to back off. Once he's out of there, Kirara breathes out a sigh of relief. Crisis averted!

"Jeez." She mutters to herself, hands on her hips as she makes a face after him. "What, did he think I was just gonna jump into his arms after all that? I can't stand guys like that...."

... But there's still the matter of her arm to worry about. Past experience tells her it's not too bad, but it's still throbbing away. A quick glance at the stage tells her that it's nearly her turn to go up there and deliver her speech. Not something she can easily do with a swelling, painful arm. No choice, she'll need to do something about this.

She lifts her head, looking around before catching sight of the masked assailant trying to melt into the party and... well, there's suddenly a sparkly yellow typhoon heading at Nux.

"Oh no, you're not off the hook just yet." And then there's grabbing at his sleeve and dragging him along. "You still have to find me some ice for my arm."

Take some responsibility, man!